I Doodled Something Silly 💀

i doodled something silly 💀

(i had to repost it cus i forgot smth-)

until his last breath

pairing: best friend!bucky barnes x reader

summary: when your best friend finds you destroying all the stuffed animals your cheater boyfriend gave you, he comforts you and buys you a new one.

warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, reader is cheated on by male oc, possessive bucky, pet names (bunny), violence committed against stuffed animals

word count: 1.7k

a/n: day 8 of my 30 day writing trope challenge was heartbreak and uhhhh this is probably not what anyone was expecting. i just don't like writing angst/sad things!! hurt/comfort was as close as i could get, but i hope y'all enjoy it all the same!!

When your best friend Bucky Barnes walked into your room—having let himself into your apartment with the spare key you’d given him for emergencies—he found you sitting on the floor surrounded by the fluff and carcasses of multiple stuffed animals. Your tear-stained face was twisted into a look somewhere between devastation and righteous anger.

Not noticing the presence of your best friend right away, you stabbed the stuffed walrus in your hand with a pair of scissors, tearing a hole in its soft outer layer as white fuzz erupted from the fake animal’s stomach. You ripped the fluffy stuffing out with a wild zeal, tears still tracking down your face.

With smooth, deft movements, Bucky plucked the scissors from your hands and tossed them out of reach onto your bed before hunkering down beside you. “Wanna tell me what this massacre is all about, bunny?” he asked gently, dragging your hands away from the now destroyed walrus and pulling them up to his mouth so he could kiss each of your fingers—and ensure you hadn’t cut yourself with the scissors.

Fresh tears welled up in your eyes as you looked up at your best friend, and it took you a couple tries before you could get the words out. “T-tyler cheated on me,” you mumbled, all the fight going out of you. Your body sagged against Bucky’s shoulder, and he wound an arm around your back, holding you tight against him. “He admitted it to me.”

Rage like nothing he’d ever known burned through Bucky’s chest and it took a moment for him to get it under control, otherwise he’d storm out of your apartment and track down that son of a bitch and beat him bloody. “I’m so sorry, bunny,” Bucky murmured when he’d leashed his anger. He dropped a kiss to the top of your head, taking comfort in how you smelled so sweet. “You can do better than that asshole,” he promised. You can have me, Bucky thought, but he kept that to himself. He knew the time wasn’t right.

“I just can’t believe I wasted four fucking years with him,” you admitted on a sigh. “I feel like such an idiot.” You snuggled closer to Bucky and he grinned into your hair, pulling you into his lap so you could press yourself as close as you wanted. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your hands fisting in the front of his t-shirt like you were afraid he’d try to pull away. “And the worst part…” you started to say but trailed off as a fresh sob wracked your body and new tears fell.

Bucky, who’d started rubbing your back, murmured soothingly into your ear, “It’s okay, bunny, let it out, cry as much as you want, sweet girl, you can tell me when you’re ready.” His heart broke for you. He felt like, with every sob, you opened up his chest and strangled his heart bit by bit. You were his best friend and he loved you—he was in love with you—and he hated seeing you like this, especially over some dickhead like Tyler.

“And the worst part,” you said, sniffling and wiping at your eyes with your fingers. Bucky reached for the tissues on your bedside table and handed one to you. You blew your nose before continuing. “Is that he told me it was my fault.” Your voice was a little indignant, but more defeated—and Bucky didn’t like that at all.

“How the fuck could his wandering dick be your fault, bunny?” Bucky demanded in as gentle a tone as he could manage. You turned your face into Bucky’s shirt, and he gave you the moment to collect yourself, squeezing you tight to his chest to let you know he had you.

“He said I spend too much time with you, that I love you more than I ever loved him, and so it was my fault that he had to fuck other people,” you explained, before devolving into sobs that made your shoulders shake and your whole body tremble.

“Oh bunny,” Bucky murmured comfortingly, even as his heart pounded with a wicked satisfaction. He was secretly glad that Tyler knew who you truly belonged to, though he would’ve preferred if the shithead had just bowed out gracefully instead of hurting you. “Tyler is the only one responsible for cheating,” Bucky said firmly. He cupped your face in his hand and tilted it up until he could look down into your eyes. “You’re perfect, there’s something wrong with him if he can’t see that.”

A few more tears fell from the corners of your eyes and Bucky brushed them away gently with his thumb. He couldn’t help but notice the way your lips were swollen. He knew it was from all the crying, but his body warmed at the thought of seeing your lips swollen for an entirely different reason—one that had something to do with him kissing you senseless. But Bucky hid that thought, and tried not to stare at your mouth too long, though you didn’t seem to notice.

“Now,” Bucky rasped as he cleared his mind of all the dirty things he wanted to do to your mouth. “You still haven’t told me what led to the great stuffie massacre?” he said, picking up the soft outside of a no-longer-stuffed cow.

A heavy sigh fell from your lips, your warm breath ghosting over Bucky’s chest through his thin t-shirt. “They were all from Tyler,” you explained, looking around at the devastation with no remorse. “I couldn’t stand to look at them anymore.”

Bucky nodded his understanding and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He held you while you cried some more, only too happy to comfort you while you mourned your now-ended relationship. All the while, he planned and plotted. He wasn’t going to let you forget that he treated you better than Tyler ever had—than anyone else ever could—and that he could be so much better for you. Bucky was sure that once the heartbreak lessened, you’d fall into his arms, right where you were always meant to be.

Once you’d cried yourself out, Bucky stood up with you in his arms and lay you down gently on your bed. You curled up on your side, clutching a pillow to your chest since you didn’t have any stuffed animals left. Bucky got a trash bag and cleaned up all the detritus left from your massacre, until there weren’t any traces left of the stuffed animals Tyler had given you.

When it was done, Bucky helped you up and convinced you to go somewhere with him, though he refused to tell you where you were going. You tried to protest, saying your face was a puffy mess, but he quelled your protests with gentle kisses to your cheeks and forehead, insisting you were beautiful. And you were, to him. You’d always be beautiful to Bucky.

Your best friend took you to a store in the local mall that had a whole wall filled with soft, squishy stuffed animals. “Pick out a new stuffie, bunny, and I’ll buy it for you,” Bucky murmured in your ear. He was eager to have you cuddling something he’d bought for you.

Delighted, you skipped along the wall, looking at each of the different shapes and sizes and animals. After much deliberating, you plucked a stuffed brown bunny rabbit from the wall and carried it back to Bucky. It had soft fur and floppy ears and Bucky gave an approving nod as he turned it over in his hands.

“A bunny for my bunny,” he murmured with a grin as he tucked you into his side and brought the stuffed animal up to the checkout counter. When it was paid for, Bucky handed it back to you, and you carried it out of the mall. “So what’re you naming him?”

“Barnaby,” you answered without hesitation, like you’d already decided on it long before Bucky’d asked.

When you got back to your apartment, you snagged Bucky’s hand and towed him inside like you were afraid he’d consider leaving, but he’d had no plans to. Your fingers twisted with his and you led him back to your bedroom, carrying Barnaby along as well, where you both curled up on the bed. Bucky held you with your back to his chest, while your new stuffie was cradled in your arms.

“You’ll always love me, right, Buck?” you asked in a hesitant voice.

Your best friend knew your voice well and he could hear fear in your tone. Instinctively, he squeezed you tighter in his arms, hoping to reassure you of his steadiness in your life. He wanted you to know that you could always rely on him. “Of course, bunny,” he answered.

For a moment, you were silent again and Bucky thought you’d started to fall asleep, but then your soft, worried voice broke the quiet. “You promise?” you asked in an even more hushed whisper, like you were ashamed of asking but needed to know the answer all the same.

Forever, was what Bucky wanted to say. But instead, he wrapped his hand around yours where it was clutching your new stuffed animal. “You see your new pal Barnaby here?” he murmured gently, waiting for you to nod your head, your hair tickling his chin, before continuing. “I’ll love you until his last breath, bunny.”

With you sighing contentedly in his arms, Bucky could feel his heart being stitched back together and he knew, though you were still hurt and raw from your own heartbreak, that you were soothed by his presence too. He held you until you fell asleep, and until he followed you to dreamland some time after that.

When Bucky woke in the morning, he was still holding you, and he couldn’t think of anything better than waking up with you every single morning for the rest of his life. When your eyelashes fluttered and you turned your face to smile sleepily at your best friend, Bucky knew you felt it too—that you were exactly where you were meant to be. With him.

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norwegian-dreams

6 years ago

This one is for all the Wonder Women and Captain Marvels out there ✨ #thefutureisfemale ✨

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norwegian-dreams

2 years ago

Hush

Bucky x femreader

Fluff, sweetness,

Tw: trauma

A/N: I just wanted a sweet little scene where the reader reassures Bucky. 🥹

Enjoy 🤘🏼

You were awoken to the sound of Bucky gasping. Your eyes flew open, expecting to see danger looming just over your face, but instead you were met with darkness.

“Bucky?” Your voice called in the emptiness.

You felt the presence of him beside you. The bed you two shared rattled a bit as Bucky tried to catch his breath.

“I’m here doll,” he finally choked out.

You reached over and flicked on the beside lamp. A soft yellow light illuminated the room as you sat up in bed. Bucky was hunched over the side of the mattress, his bare back glistened in sweat as he took deep breaths to steady himself. You leaned towards him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Nightmares again?”

He shook his head weakly.

“Memories.” He whispered in a broken voice.

Your heart broke for him, as it had a million times when it came to Bucky. It was going to be a bad night. You slipped out of bed, taking care to wrap your robe around your body. He didn’t question you as you made your way from the bedroom down the hallway into the kitchen.

Your new apartment was bare, and boxes still littered the floor, some half opened and some still full of random stuff. You dug around one of the boxes until you found a couple of clean mugs and placed them on the counter. You found a pot from the drying rack and filled it with water and set it to boil.

You found the tea easily enough. You had used it only a few nights ago for the same occasion. Once the water was not enough you sifted the tea and arranged the mugs, making sure to add lemon and honey to both. It was not a certain fix, but making tea seemed like a better alternative than doing nothing at all.

As you re-entered the bedroom, mugs in hand, Bucky was sitting upright, leaning against the headboard. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted up against the wood. You paused for a moment, wondering what horrible images flashed behind his eyes. What memories had caused that sort of disturbed awakening. You carefully sat down beside him, placing the mugs on his nightstand table.

His eyes fluttered open, and he gave you a small smile.

“Thanks doll.”

You placed a hand on his cheek, and used your thumb to stroke his stubbled chin. He began to raise his arm to hold your hand closer to him, but the sight of his metal arm made him stop in his tracks. His arm returned to his side and he looked away from you. You felt your heart deflate a bit in your chest.

“Would talking about it help?” You asked gently.

“It’s nothing you don’t already know,” he murmured. It had taken time, a long and strenuous time for Bucky to open up about his past. The Winter Soldier loomed over his conscious like a dark shadow that no amount of light seemed to be able to erase. “Just go back to sleep doll, I’ll be fine.”

You eyed him, knowing better than to listen to him. But you grabbed your tea and made your way to your side of the bed. You made yourself comfortable under the covers, taking a few sips of the warm tea that filled your belly. You returned the mug to the night stand and laid down next to Bucky, scooting yourself as close to him as possible, until your head was by his thigh. He was wearing sweatpants that were soft against your skin.

Bucky gave you an amused look, and a smile threatened to tip the edges of his lips. You stretched out like a cat, extending your arms and legs dramatically, letting your fingers graze his bare chest and claw their way gently down until they returned to your side. Bucky seemed to enjoy this. He used his right arm, his arm, to gently stroke your face. It was a soft gesture, sweet and simple, but even that was enough to bring heat to your face.

“This reminds me of Spain,” you murmured, basking in the gentle heat of the moment.

“Does it?” He asked. His fingers found themselves in your hair, mindlessly twirling strands around.

“Well, not the first half of that trip, but definitely the second. Remember, after the beach?”

Bucky snorted, his movement rattled you a bit.

“I remember you taking on a hydra ship single handed in the dead of night. You were nearly killed.”

“See, again the first half of the trip wasn’t very fun, although I quite enjoyed sinking that ship.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. He slid further underneath the covers and curled up next to you. You scooted yourself closer, using his arm as a pillow.

“And after that?” Bucky asked softly.

You let your hand trail his bare chest. Your fingertips moved across his upper half, drawing mindless designs on his body until you reached the seam of where metal met skin. You slowly retracted your hand, out of fear of pushing him away.

“Don’t you remember?” You teased.

Bucky gave a wicked grin. “I remember being quite angry with you, for being so reckless. I reprimanded you back at the hideaway house while also bandaging your wounds.”

"Wounds sounds so dramatic. I remember it as a simple scratch."

"Simple, huh?" he challenged.

His fingers tugged at the collar of your robe, exposing your bare shoulder to the night air. There was a long jagged scar that ran up the length of your collarbone. It was dangerously close to your neck.

His trailed the scar with the tips of his fingers, sending chills up your spine.

“I remember being scared that day,” he admitted. His eyes bore into yours, his expression turning sad as he scanned your face. “I thought I might lose you, without ever being able to tell you how I felt. I thought I would lose the chance…”

You tipped your head to his and placed a hand on his face. “But you didn’t,” you whispered. It had taken years for Bucky to admit the feelings he had for you. Not because he didn’t love you in that time, but because he felt as if he didn’t deserve you.

He had wanted to make amends. To settle his soul and his peace with the life he had been forced to live for so long. He wanted to start his life with you as one without guilt, one without shame. But even after finding solace, the past still haunted him.

He gave you a soft smile as he kissed the top of your forehead. “No, I didn’t.”

“Do you know what I remember from that mission?”

“Aside from almost dying?”

"Yes, aside from that."

Bucky just gave a small laugh and a sigh.

"Tell me then," Bucky murmured against your forehead. His lips began to travel down as he kissed a trail from your head to your cheek and then the edge of your jaw. Your eyes fluttered at the touch, and your hand gripped his head gently as your fingers ran up to his hair, wanting him to continue.

“That’s when I realized I loved you.” You said a bit breathlessly.

He stopped kissing you, his lips hovered in the base of your neck. Bucky returned his gaze to meet yours, his expression unbelievably soft. “That was the day you realized?” He let out a soft laugh.

You nodded. “I think it was when you were yelling at me, that vein at the top of your head looked like it was close to bursting.”

The two of you laughed. It was nice to hear him laugh. You let your hands continue to explore his chest.

“You were angry, and rightly so, but even then you were so gentle with me. Your hands shook when you wrapped the bandage around my shoulder, almost as if you were too afraid that you might hurt me. You stayed up talking with me all night when the pain was too much for me to sleep. It was... tenderness that I had never expected from you."

You flattened your hand over Bucky's heart, feeling the soft beat emminate from within.

"I had never been cared for like that before. I never realized how much my existence mattered until you.”

Bucky chuckled. “So me playing doctor won over your heart?”

You smiled at him and flicked his nose.

“No, silly. You were there for me when I needed you most. You loved me, in your own wonderful little way, before you even realized you were telling me. You made me fall in love with you that day, it tends to overshadow everything else, even the scars."

Bucky looked thoughtful for a moment. His eyes softened as he looked you over. “I never knew that moment was so special for you,” he said.

You smiled. “I wanted to give you a new memory,” you said gently. “One that brings you as much happiness as it does to me. It can be a moment we share together now. Forever. And I promise, no matter how long it takes, I will remind you everyday of all the moments that you've made special in my life. I have enough memories to chase away a thousand sleepless nights.”

Tears welled up in Bucky’s eyes. In that instant you knew the nightmare would no longer haunt him that night. There would be other nights, sure. Nights where the past threatened to encroach on the further, but you were un afraid. You would be there to fight that battle with him, and any other battle that came your way.

“How I love you, y/n,” Bucky murmured. He leaned his body on his side, using both of his hands to grip your face. His cool metallic arm sent chills down your spine, but you held his hands there to prevent him from pulling away. You love him. All of him.

“And I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. With all of my heart.”

A small smile spread across his face. His eyes seemed weary, as if sleep had finally begun to win its battle for the night. It would win, he knew it as well as you, but before it did, Bucky leaned closer until his lips met yours. He was soft and gentle, the movement of him was sweet like a lullaby. He murmured your name against your mouth, and he stroked the side of your face with unbearable tenderness.

You lazily reached across the bed until your hand found the light switch to the lamp. Once the light was off, Bucky pulled you in closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly as his chest heaved even, long peaceful breaths as he fell into a calm slumber.

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norwegian-dreams

5 years ago

Florence Pugh In MIDSOMMAR (2019, Ari Aster)

Florence Pugh in MIDSOMMAR (2019, Ari Aster)

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norwegian-dreams

1 year ago

(Since you wanted me here so much! HERE I AM BESTIE!)

🍑For Sinful Sunday🍆

I am thinking about Hawks and well... he is a bird yeah?

So how about Hawks going into his spring season??? Him being all nice and sweet, giving his s/o little gifts, him LITERALLY building a nest... ONLY TO FUCK IN THERE FOR DAYS! Until his pretty mate is tired and full of seed to the point it's leaking out. Of cours it's not like he is done just yet 😏😏😏

(Since You Wanted Me Here So Much! HERE I AM BESTIE!)

(Hoenstly... idk what I am doing here! Love you gurl!)

SINFUL SUNDAY

Spring was the mating season for birds, and you could likely guess how it affected Keigo. During this time, he constantly felt a fiery heat, and his sexual desire became noticeably heightened.

"It's spring," he moaned. His hips surged forward, making you gasp around his thick shaft, his reddened tip hit the back of your throat again as you were giving him the head.

Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as he began slamming his cock down your throat, his pace rough and rapid, almost primal.

Did he mean it was mating season? You had indeed observed other avian-like traits in him lately — those little trinkets he proudly displayed on his desk at work, the absent-minded whistling as he strolled through the office. Yet, you never thought mating season could be among them!

His words tumbled out hastily, almost strained, as if forming complete sentences was far beyond him. His rut had utterly consumed him. “Fuck, gonna cum soon.” His pace quickened as his entire length was being forced down your tight throat. His wings trembled and unfolded as he cum into your mouth.

The instant his taste met your tongue, an involuntary moan escaped you.

"Fuck, dove. I need you, right now," he growled, his lips brushing against yours as he helped you up to your feet. His hand ventured between you, shifting your underwear aside as two fingers delved into your dripping warmth. Another guttural growl escaped his lips. "Oh, fuck, I gotta fuck you. So incredibly wet," he murmured, pushing you down on the bed that looked rather like a huge nest with all those pillows and blankets, his hand wrapping around his aching cock, pumping it several times, gliding it between your slick folds to immerse it in your intoxicating wetness shortly after. Hawks aligned himself with your entrance, impelling himself entirely inside you with one fluid motion. Your gasp of pleasure was truly a music to his ears. He began pounding into you relentlessly, filling the air with an unmistakably lewd and wet squelching sounds. "Oh, oh, fuck!" He clung to your hips with an intensity that hinted at marks to come, and his fervent kisses trailed from your cheek down to the pulse point on your neck, each one growing increasingly passionate and sloppy. "You belong to me," he panted, his thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy. "All mine," his voice, drenched in overwhelming desire, reverberated with a deep, primal hunger.

Your cunt clinched against him as your head lolled back on the pile of pillows.

Hawks deftly angled his hips, hitting that spongy, sensitive spot deep within you, and in an instant, your climax devoured you. Your walls clenched tightly around his throbbing dick, creating a frothy white ring at the base. "Oh, Keigo, yes!"

This was sufficient to push him over the brink too. His hips spasmed against yours as he released his hot semen deep within you. "Ah, fuck! My sexy baby bird," Hawks grunted, laying on top of you. "Took all of my seed so well. Hope you'll get round with my offspring soon."

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